I've been really fucking lucky. Aside from the fact that I'm sick with a cold, lonelier than shit on a Friday night, jamming to some obscure folk concert, everything is going right for me.
We'll move past the lonelier than shit part.
Long story short, the opportunity exists for me to be an airline pilot in almost exactly fifteen months. The stars are aligned, and if they stay that way, I won't be flight instructing in the summer of 2016. I'll be flying the line sooner than I expected. I'll be earning a guaranteed salary. I'll be bidding schedules and trips, and I'll be getting my minimum twelve days off a month. Maybe more. That's nice. I could move across the country. I have a really good idea of which company I'll be going to. I know who's going to walk in my application. A strange feeling.
Fifteen months ago seems like it was barely a week ago. Again, I'm freaking out about time. What else is new? I'm scared, but I'm getting the opportunity to do what I want to do, years before most of my peers get the chance. That's pretty cool.
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